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Hearing her asking how the baby's name started, he hesitated for a moment and honestly said, "I haven't thought about this problem yet."

"But I thought about it, but I don't have the right to decide," she said, lowering her head to cover up the loss in her eyes, and then said, "I thought before, boy, little His name is Xiaobao; for a girl, his nickname is Beibei. Whether he is a man or a woman, he is always a treasure."

As she said, she carefully looked at Ji Zhuoran's face.

And he looked complacent, nodded slightly, "Yes."

She spoke slowly, her eyes seemed to have a color of water, "I also thought about the full name. There can be a wise word in the boy's name, it is wise and wise, and it is good to take one item; the girl's name should have a precious word, cherish it. Therefore, I hope she can be cherished by others and live a happy life."

Don't live like her and be despised by others.

"Okay, listen to you," he said.

She suddenly asked, "What did the old man say over there? I heard that he is a bit... patriarchal."

"Who did you hear?" Ji Zhuoran was keenly aware of this.

"Qu Ning," she asked again, very frankly, "so guess, why should I beat her?"

He was silent for a while before speaking, "Didn't you say you didn't mention her?"

Qu Yan had a meal. She did say that Qu Ning was no longer mentioned, so she smiled lightly, "Well, it just happened to be here, skip her, I'm just a little worried, if the child in my stomach is a Daughter...does the old lady dislike her?"

As she said, a complicated light flashed in her eyes.

She must ask about the attitude of the old lady.

With a Qu Ning alone, no matter how she dances, Qu Yan is confident that she can keep the child.

But if you add the old lady...this matter will become troublesome.

Ji Zhuoran thought for a while, but said: "Don't think about it so much. The child was born by me, not by the old man. I remembered that there was something to do, so I left."

With that, he got up to leave.

"Go slow." Qu Yan said, looking at his back, the expression on his face became serious.

Ji Zhuoran’s attitude is acceptable to her. He at least never expressed any dissatisfaction with his daughter, but the old lady...

Thinking of Ji Zhuoran's reaction, it can only show that in his perception, the grandfather is really likely to dislike his granddaughter.

Things started to get difficult.

Qu Yan couldn't speak in front of the old lady. Once the old lady had an idea, she couldn't help her daughter at all.

She thought about a solution overnight, and the next day, she took the initiative to find the housekeeper.

"I want to find a fortune teller," she said.

She was able to marry Ji Zhuoran before, because when the old lady was critically ill, she believed what Feng Shui said about Chongxi.

Now, she is looking for a fortune teller to come to the door, and through this topic, she can talk to the old man a few words.

The butler was a little surprised, but he still followed Qu Yan's instructions.

In the afternoon, a good-faced old man came to Qu Yan.

He smiled and said, with a kind of liar's kindness, "Madam, let's draw a lot."

Qu Yan didn't mind, anyway, it was just a reason to find him, and she didn't believe this either.

She just drew it casually, and then put the sign in front of the fortune teller, "Mr. Trouble, take a look."

"Good sign, good sign!" The fortune-teller exaggerated as soon as he looked at the sign.

Although Qu Yan knew that this kind of Bacheng was fake, he was still a little happy. After all, if it is a good sign, it works, can the baby be kept?

She asked, "How is this so good?"

"This is the second lottery. Wang Daozhen strayed into Taoyuan. Is it a good lottery to come and run in spring? I think Madam's previous fortune might not be smooth, right?" the fortune teller asked.